Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the stairs, Berthold

Henry with a hint of fear in his expression, but he didn’t

patted his head, assuring gently, “I am your

relaxed,

heart ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car, then

into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and

“You’re afraid now?”

door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing so out of

a long silence, he

car slowly pulled into the

disturb Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening.

the stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora trailing

for

Berthold sleep with

Crystal nodded.

again, she opened

gingerly tucking the tiny boy into

was too soft, or the day had been too long, for the child

slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she

chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were

felt his heart soften

Skyler’s head and patted Berthold.

taken aback, wore her

back, Henry spoke in a tender voice. “You must have figured

words came out more

“Don’t let the children hear you.

her a fierce glare,

on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing to

eased the tense

hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to the

agreed

grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned

I to do? After all, I am Melora’s

led Melora to the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me

as Crystal was about to step

tidal wave of emotion washed

should have

out in

said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take

Melora nodded.

to prepare the snack. By the time everything was ready, Melora

was dressed in her own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors

Crystal noticed.

in her voice,

and

she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine

kept her

filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared.

she dwell

two years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living a

they were swept away by the winds of time just like

spot him in the newspaper. He was still

had lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of time had

“Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.” She could not

girl nodded

Crystal went

study. The room was dim,

The ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear sign of

walked to the window, and cracked

much! Aren’t you afraid

her

different from any other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat

out the cigarette and leaned into

while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then,

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